Hannah's Big Night Out

Partly to see how well it would work, and partly because Carla had a craving for chicken-fried steak, we loaded up and headed to the Black-eyed Pea for dinner. Hannah slept the entire time, of course. We went fairly early to avoid the crowds, but still obsessed about surfaces that could harbor RSV and anyone that got close enough to sneeze in Hannah's face. Neither was an issue.

We've gotten the carrier, oxygen tank, and monitor routine down . . . all we have to be careful of is that we have a bottle of Purell and twice as much oxygen as we think we'll need. And that I don't trip over the tubes and wires if there's no video camera around to make it Youtubeable.

This was a good exercise to prove to ourselves that we aren't really prisoners in our own house. It may still be house arrest, but at least we have restaurant visitation rights.